learning how to lose.last winter i fell in love.learning how to lose.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
i fell in love with a boy who had jutting collar bones and skinny legs, and whose mousy brown hair curled in all the wrong places, who had perfectly thin lips.
he kissed me for the first time in the middle of the night, and we sat on an old brown couch, under two blankets shivering in the cold watching the stars and waiting for the sunrise.
last spring i was his world.
he was everything i'd ever needed, everything i'd ever imagined. he told me he'd love me forever and ever, and that i was more important than anything in the world. one night, he spent hours on end reading me fairy tales from all over the world, until i fell asleep curled up against his chest. he'd walk me home, and i'd tell him of my father, and he'd tell me of his mother. some times i felt like i could just watch him forever. brush my fingers through his hair until the end of time.
last summer i lost my mind.
i never slept. i never ate. and he was always there. he'd hold me through the night
FreezeFreeze4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
No death, no sound, no life
As this rose signifies
Inside I mourn
Over a powerful feeling
My heart is torn
Come, winter frost
Do what you must
For your ice can freeze
And it endures for eternity
Among many hearts
It is better to freeze
Than to endure this pain
So blow your winds
With its cold frost
And let it stop
For this, winter is forever
Among the ice and frost
If spring comes near
And melts the snow
And the frost
Forever trapped, in the cold
Forever cold, in the frost
Until my heart gets true sun
Until my heart gets true love
England X Depressed/Emo!ReaderEngland X Depressed/Emo!Reader3 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
(A/N): Yeah.... More stuff I don't why I'm writing.... But onward to the story!!
You walked down the hallway being shoved a little and getting a few calls of being called a dumbass and other hurtful things. You tugged down at the ends of your sweater sleeves, not wanting them to slide up on your arms. Once you reached your class you sat down at your desk that you always sat at.
After a little all the other students came in. Your friend: Blaze (A/N: Yes I'm going to be your friend for another story!). She seemed to be the only one that seemed to understand you and what you were going through, she gave you a caring smile. Then the new guy sat in the other open seat next to you. His name is Arthur Kirkland. Sure he was cute but he had nearly if not all the girls in the school fawn over him. So you had no chance to get with him. And anyway why would he like a depressed girl anyway? But really that was far from the truth...
Church of ChoiceA christian I was born and raisedChurch of Choice5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
but life taught me to change.
From the good and bad I faced
A Buddhist I became.
Telling good from evil
ain't the pattern of my life,
now I have seen what we will
accomplish with white lies.
A christian I was born and raised
but life taught me to change.
From the good and bad I faced
A Buddhist I became.
I now spend my whole life reaching
for what I will never be,
but I live for learning & teaching,
for the journey to a dream.
And all their trying, all their preaching
will not stop me being me.
Why Ban Porn?Ever since the beginning of feminism's downfall--marked by the 1970 publication of Kate Millett's Sexual Politics--there has been a concerted effort by certain quarters of the movement to ban pornography. The charge was led by two radical feminists: Catherine MacKinnon and Andrea Dworkin, who, have proven quite influential on the movement today (in my home town of Ann Arbor, Michigan, MacKinnon encourages censorship on the University of Michigan's campus, and Dworkin's Take Back the Night rallies are a feminist rite of passage/group therapy). Now, Dworkin and MacKinnon's poisonous ideas have inspired many Internet feminists to rail against a boogeyman that they know next to nothing about. It is my personal belief that not only are the anti-porn feminists' efforts misguided, they are also counter-productive. Here, I will outline each of the reasons I have heard given by feminists in support of banning pornography, and I will atteWhy Ban Porn?5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
TortureSupported by the cold wallTorture9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Weakly he slumps back
Pressed against his bare flesh
Hanging his head in the black
Quivering as his mind aches
His withering figure collapses
A skeletal ball on the hard floor
As his every thought elapses
Alone and never acknowledged
Slowly deceasing, rotting away
In the midst of not knowing
About the outside in any way
Locked away from everything
The anguish and pain cascading
As his mind caves in on itself
Tears of tortured pain escaping
Freely flowing he trembles
Weak and small in the dark
He crawls slowly on the floor
Scraping a bleeding fresh mark
Sobs fill the dead silence around
A tear stained horrid shriek
A scream of total loneliness
As he falls into all that's bleak
Anguished he had nothing left
Nothing left within his frame
But empty thoughts
Of how the unknown made his pain
Bringer of the NightBringer of the Night:Bringer of the Night3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Born from the kiss of a goddess
And drenched in the cauldron of lies.
He emerged as a being of entropy
Bearing the mark of flies...
His wings were made from crow-like feathers
Black as the dust of the night.
His fangs were laden with horrid infection
Made from the stone of blight.
A single bite, was poison enough
And soon they began to change...
The children loved by the lady in white
Soon they became deranged.
Powerful beings of might and magic
They soared through the moonlit sky!
They flew amongst the twinkling stars
But their gift was a burning lie...
Falling to the ground like choking insects
Crawling in the dirt with a painful thirst.
These creatures needed the taste of blood
And their friends would be the first.
Neighbours, comrades, it mattered not!
Survival become an instinctive drive.
To bite and feed was a natural feeling
And horror came when night arrived.
Men or women, children who slept;
Through windows and doors they would slithe
Alone In The DarkAlone In The Dark5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There are days
when I feel
all the colors
have drained away
and I float
on a lake
of pristine glass
beneath a sky
bereft of meaning
and regrets flutter
like desperate wings
against the walls
of boxed memories
all treasured tokens
adrift and alone
in the dark...
Panic attackIt hits me like a wave,Panic attack6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
These thoughts of fear and regret.
They swarm all around me,
Trapping me inside my own head.
Pretty soon, I am suffocating,
Please someone save me!
My heart beat races,
As does the thoughts that pick up the pace.
Of sending me memories I've kept and buried so long inside.
They've come back to haunt me tonight.
And as soon as it came,
It was gone,
Leaving me here.
And what was left of me,
Beautiful EyesDo you remember all the times you said you hated your eyes?Beautiful Eyes5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Does is still matter that I love getting lost in them?
The beautifulness that are your eyes...
That perfect brown, when your staring at me, and are content, to no end.
That bright golden brown that make your eyes so mesmerizing and take me in
That perfect hint of light and dark, when your staring at me,
and I'm staring at you, and I know exactly what your thinking.
And baby, I love you too.
Your eyes are an ocean to me, and I want to drown out at sea.
Your eyes draw me in, and I don't ever want to leave that gaze.
So, don't close your eyes dear, I want to stare a little longer.
. .أترُكيني. .4 years ago in Letters More Like This
. . . . . لاآاآاآ تأرقيني بها
كفاها , ,
, , تلك الأيآآم يتماً
من " سعادة " تركت لها ذكرى جديده ؟؟!
في حزن عجزت تلك الأيام من تحمله , '
أتركيها , '
فلتدمع عيناها .,
فالتنوح شفتيها . ,
Egyetlen szo'Egyetlen szóEgyetlen szo'5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Volt egyszer egy kislány, akit elképesztő képzelőerővel áldotta meg ég. Amióta csak az eszét tudta, rajzolt s írt különféle csodás lényekről, melyeket társai nem tudtak értelmezni. A lány eleinte mosolyogva mutogatta barátainak hitt társainak, de azok csak egy fintort és gúnyos kacajt feleltek rá. Azt mondták, majd kinövöd. A lány képzelete azonban határtalan volt, szinte egy külön világot alkotott, amit szeretett volna drága barátainak megmutatni, de mindig kinevették. A lány mosolya végül lehűlt arcáról, s nem nevetett többet. Hiába alkotott egy gyönyörű világot, kinevették. Kinevették, mert ő más volt, mert azokhoz a lényekhez töretlenül ragaszkodott, miután gyermekkor
my final request.this'll be the last time i put my heart on your porch and the last time i'll slip faded pieces of poetry under your door when you're asleep. when my song has been sung, i'll stop painting my wishes on your ceiling and humming lullabies at moonrise. i won't come knocking at your door any longer or whispering into the back of your neck when you're walking away. you won't feel my fingers pulling on the edge of your shirt or slipping in your back pocket or clinging to the corner of your heart, because it's obvious that none of it belongs to me any longer.my final request.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i promise, this'll be it.
so, don't run or ignore this or throw it away, because i swear, this will be the last you hear from me. i'll erase myself from your life and throw the pieces into the wind to be carried to wherever it is you aren't. i'll fold in the corner until i'm nothing more than an ink smudge on your personal history. i'll erode and fade and diminish until the morning comes when you wake up and wonder if i was anything more
A Rebirth of Sky and SeaA Rebirth of Sky and Sea4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your memory carried me through countless nights
Nothing more than a glorified incubus
Your serpent words wrapping there way around my heart
We both need to move on, fellow lost soul,
The coming dawn waits for no one.
I'm only your princess when no one else is looking
A pet trained to come when your lonely.
I can't wait forever for you to make up your mind
The fading night leaves everyone behind.
I would have been your everything if I only had a chance
But we are young and your heart wanders while I look on
My wounds heal, your poison drains away leaving a clear mind
With my face to the rising sun, I am born.
It is your turn to wake up Lord of dreams and wishes
My hands once reached out to you, craving the feel of your skin
Bitter reality waits to greet you as I walk away with few glances back
The moon sets and a young girl dies.
Hours spent missing what never was is a heavy burden
My shoulders feel free once again and I pray you find the same peace
The fissures and cracks in a young he
TortureMetal clanked as consciousness gripped him, causing him to toss a bit in his dazed state. The sounds of the bonds gripping his wrists tightly reminded him of the day before. The smooth touch of her hands and the slow agony she had caused him as the cool knife cut through his skin. The cold, cutting laughter she had made before she left, twirling the knife through her fingers with a strange mastered skill as if she had years of experience. The red that coated the knife, that now lay in small droplets on the floor, having slid off the sharp metal. The groans and yells, shrieks and pleads he had made, still echoing off the walls around him.Torture7 years ago in Horror More Like This
Grunting, his eyes opened slowly, wincing as he did so. One brown eye could be seen, but the other was covered by eyelids with black, blue, and purple shadings, caused by the butt of the knife. He turned his head to look to his right, but his vision blackened with sudden dizziness and his head began to throb. He closed his eyes, waiting for the throbbi
Vampire!England X Reader: Vampire Romance 8 ~Arthur's POV~Vampire!England X Reader: Vampire Romance 83 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Welcome back, Master Arthur" the butler greeted me and i nodded
"Where is she?" i asked him seriously
"On the basement, sir" he said
"Is she fine?" i questioned
"To be honest no... she's been searching for Master Arthur all day, now she's gone wild" said the butler, somewhat worried
Documents (Sari Sumdac x Male!Reader) -REQUEST-Documents (Sari Sumdac x Male!Reader) -REQUEST-2 months ago in Romance More Like This
You held your breath as you approached your destination- the famed Autobot's secret base. Somehow, your “Master” had come across it's location and ordered you to secure some documents that he had thought were stashed there.
A mental image of the man you had been forced to serve came to your mind, making you sneer. You had been sold into his care at the young age of four. You had no memory of who had sold you to him, or your parents. You'd been trained in the arts of stealth and weaponry since the first day you'd arrived at his manor. The only reason you obeyed him now was to keep his trust. This ensured that you would get sent out on long, faraway missions so you wouldn't have to stay in his company as often. You would've run away if you thought you could away with it, but he would send assassins after you like he had his previous 'Ninja-Master'.
Focusing on your task, you shoved all thoughts of “Master” out of your mind and steadied your heartbeat. Reaching up,
Confused EmotionsI feel lost, out of place,Confused Emotions11 years ago in Other More Like This
All I do is take up space
I leave myself thinking
What am I here for?
Nobody wants me.
Nobody loves me.
What am I doing here?
Where's the answer?
Where's the signs?
Where's my reason?
Where's my line?
How did I get here?
Why did I come?
Why don't I leave?
Do I know you?
When can we go home.
Why am I so sad?
Nothing's gone wrong...
Why do I feel so down?
Nobodie's hurt me...
Why is it so cold?
It's hot outside...
Why am I so scared?
I am not alone...
Why does helping hurt?
I try to be nice...
Why do they bug me?
I didn't bug them...
Why do I feel lost?
I'm inside my house...
Why don't I feel loved?
ConfusionConfusion4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What's that sound echoing from my chest?
The continuous beating without rest
It quickens at the appearance of your name
Pumps the blood quicker when touched without shame
My mind become delirious with thought
Daydreaming of a cold wet day that was hot
When reinforced walls came tumbling down
And ice queen lost her crown
Do I want this?
Do I want him?
I miss, I want the touch of his skin
I want to be held
I want to hold
I love, like the way he was bold
Even if right now it isn't just
Is this love?
DispositionI may have a crown,Disposition4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I am not a king.
I may possess exquisiteness,
But I am not beautiful.
I may beam with radiance,
But I am not jovial.
I might be alive,
But I am not living.
Sooner or Later .:6:.It was when they all boarded the bus after a concert that Steve came up to Jimmy, a pout on his face. "Listen...I'm sorry about what I said, Jimmy. Really...I was just angry, okay? Please...I don't want to fight with you anymore. I love you."Sooner or Later .:6:.4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Jimmy frowned. "Steve...What you said really hurt me. All I did was fall asleep during a movie..." he said, not looking at his boyfriend in the eye. "But, I love you, too..."
Stroking Jimmy's slight scruff, Steve murmured, "I'll never hurt you again...I promise. And I'm sorry."
The bandmates could only stare as they stood behind Jimmy, waiting to get in.
"Move," Brian pushed past Jimmy and Steve, dragging Zacky with him. "Good night." Their bunkroom door slammed shut.
Johnny could only stare as he watched Steve pull Jimmy into a hard kiss. Then, he turned on his heel and he headed back down the sidewalk, not knowing where he was going, just wanting to be anywhere but there.
Matt blinked at the two kissing before turning to the disappearing Johnny.
EyesNo one just has blue eyes.Eyes5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They have eyes that glitter like foreign waters.
Eyes flecked with the grey of a gathering storm.
Eyes like a child's, full of brightness.
Eyes like the ocean, fathomless and deep.
Eyes of sky, never ending.
No one just has green eyes.
They have eyes like the grasses of a summer field.
Eyes streaked with the dappled light on a forest floor.
Eyes like precious gems, throwing shards of light.
Eyes like apples, round and lush.
Eyes of a cat, wise and dangerous.
No one just has brown eyes.
They have eyes like fat, glossy November conkers.
Eyes with the warm, sugary brown of coffee.
Eyes like chocolate icing, reminding of home.
Eyes like tree trunks, detailed and ageless.
Eyes of earth, unshakable.
No one just has eyes. They have windows.
ProgressWe are the Monsters in the coming dark times.Progress4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We do not scream and we do not cry,
We ignore our pains, push them aside;
We are the Monsters of the darkest times.
I am a monster of the coming dark times.
I do not scream and I do not cry,
I ignore my pains, push them aside;
I am a monster of the darkest times.
I am the Monster in the coming dark times.
I will not scream and I will not cry,
I bear no pains, none to leave behind;
I am the monster of the darkest times.
I am the Monster in the coming dark times.
I can not scream and I can not cry,
I know when to die, when to stay behind;
I am the monster of the darkest times.
You are a monster of the coming dark times.
I teach you to scream and I teach you to cry,
Never gave you time to say your goodbyes;
I am the Monster in the darkest times.
You are the Monster in the coming dark times.
You made me scream and you made me cry,
I hate you so much, I wish you'd just die;
You are the Monster in the darkest times.
In These Pauses...Ive learnt to undress myself, to appreciate the low pop of a button, the soft slide of a shirt as it exits this frame, the gentle giggle of a zipper on these hips, the way air rushes into all these awkward places. You could say I was reclaiming this body that I unduly gave you; re-tracing, re-tasting what it means to be me. Because, under the sweat and stress of you, Id forgotten and there is no greater crime for a woman than to forget herself through bathing in the eyes of men. So Im trying to remember that my lips are jump-ropes that only I have the power to transgress, that no one reserves the right to pass my borders just for being them.In These Pauses...6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
So, when your lips are otherwise occupied, Ive learnt to honour the places no longer visited by you, to remind myself that I am not just a woman but a shrine. Ive learnt to hold myself as I deserve to be held, to treat this body like my Queendom this mound of stomach building in your negligence my plains, these